Poised and waiting the walls creakSqueezed by the cold The silence thickensWith anticipation.Cutting the voidPierces a hollow faltering sound,A fragile lineWhich grows like a flame,Wicking its way to the barrelled heights,Filling the spaceHarmonic and melodious.Where once there were manyJust two fill the quire.Something stirs.Are the walls awakened once again?Where are the ghosts?There is no whereContinue reading “There is Music”
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Through her Eyes
Pepper’s first run off the lead on Dartmoor. Fresh footedOver grassy moundsShe steps lightlyDiscovering the new;Through her eyesAll is new,The grass greener The wide skyThe sharpness of the rockDeep pools of waterBlackened by peat;Energy burstsFreedom is foundReturn on the whistle Side by side.
Advent tide
Flurries of sleetRainbows and sunSlices of silverMirror the viewGolden the leavesSilently driftDownstream On Advent tide.
Storm
a firing of the windfrom the northearly arrival
A walk where those have trod
To walk a route where those have trodO’r hundreds of years or moreTo place a foot upon rough worn stones That have stood the test of timeMany a packhorse crossed this wayMany a storm has surgedAnd yet this bridge endureth allAnd rightfully is preserved.
Climate Change
hollow wordsecho in the hillsClimate change
Woodland walk
What a lovely autumnal day. With love from Blue and Ruthx rides slice through orangeleaves crunch underfootfocus sharpens
Paradox
faded blooms of summerdramatic Autumn lighta paradox
Unfolding the Story – Haiku
a writer’s hand unfolding the storythe fog lifts
Firework Joy
When starbursts earth to sky create Spangled prisms light the dark A myriad of memoriesRocket forth.
Ruth Partridge 